I want to talk about fashion this morning. Okay, not exactly, but bear with me. What I really want to talk about are strange attractions — finding yourself drawn to a particular content area (in any media) even though it makes no sense for the type of person you are. For me, that topic is fashion.
That's right, yours truly loves to dig through the yearly fashion issue of the New Yorker. I watch reality TV shows like TLC's What Not To Wear and Bravo's Project Runway. I can't get enough of that Tim Gunn guy, and even though I forgot to watch Tim Gunn's Guide To Style last night, I'm sure to catch a repeat. It's just not right.
Now, you might think that I enjoy this stuff because the articles and shows are full of gorgeous models. No, that's not it. Come on, you can find beautiful woman all over the place, and you don't have to sit through an hour of prima donna fashion designers with nose rings and sideways haircuts to see them. The truth is, given my personality and my fashion habit, this makes no sense.
Did I just say "fashion habits"? I don't have any. Wrangler jeans in various colors (um… blue and black), black and grey tee shirts from Carhart, and short sleeve overshirts from either L.L. Bean or this cool outfitters store not far from me. That's it. You'll find no formal wear in my closet (the blackest jeans count as dress pants by my rules): no suits, no ties (wait, I think there's a Jerry Garcia tie in there somewhere but it's crumpled up underneath the old work clothes on the top shelf), no fancy shoes (unless you count Doc Martens, two pairs!, black and brown!). Then there's that summer clothes/winter clothes thing. Is that when you wear long sleeve shirts more often? Oh, and shopping? Forget it. It's a once a year excursion at most. Spending money on clothes feels like a direct attack on future music budgets.
Basically, I have no real connection to the fashion world. The closest thing I can think of is a friend of a friend who is currently blogging New York's fashion week. Fashion plays no part in my life at all. If somebody was dumb enough to get me on What Not To Wear, I would certainly refuse the trip. Five thousand dollars to be spent on clothing in NYC isn't a prize, it's a sentence!
So why the attraction to this 'otherworld'? I've thought about this quite a bit and have it boiled down to one thing: it's the observation of people who are creative and are passionate about their craft. That annoying designer may at first give off nothing but "it's all about me" vibes, but he's there for a reason. People are devoting their lives to this stuff and while some of their output might seem laughable, the process of creation is what it's all about… for me, anyway.